Werecats

Prologue

I'm running as fast as my swollen ankles would carry me,with my sholders hunched, arms wrapped protectively around my bloated belly. I feel the warm tears of desperation slide down my flushed cheeks. Stupid,stupid,stupid I berated myself, I should've seen the signs before that something was wrong, now that I looked back to the times that I had once cherished with a sense of regret. Stuck in my thoughts I didn't notice a man appear thirty yards in front of me, until I ran him over, or rather crashed into him. Letting out a startled scream as I smashed into the hard wall that was his chest. He caught me by the wrists, none to gently I noticed, as his scent invaded my nostrils the feeling of raw terror filled my very being.

"I'm not going to hurt you", his dark deep voice rumbled from his chest. I cranked my neck to get a good look at the stranger, it to see Jeremiah looking down at me with piercing green eyes, his large hands holding my petite wrists. Jeremiah is the definition of handsome at six foot four he towered over my five foot three frame. He had muscle, big ones that I could see rippling under his shirt, with shoulder length chestnut hair tied at the nape of neck by a thick leather cord. Full pink lips, a strong jaw, and a straight nose. His gaze assessed my body intently looking for any sign of injury.

"I'm fine", I said responding to his searching gaze, while yanking my hands out of his hold. Placing my hands on my hips I prepare to give him hell, when I feel my uterus literally start to cry. Warm liquid pours from in between my legs, just as a foul smell attacks my sensitive nose. Before looking down I already know what's happened but I look down anyways to see clear liquid stain my dress, my eyes widen in horror. Spewing curse words, Jeremiah swings me into his arms and begins running inhumanly fast, once he's decided we're at a safe distance he lays me down, on the soft plush grass in a clearing unfamiliar to me.

" What is this place?", I ask in wonder, glancing around.

" My little hiding spot", he replies, tilting his face towards the sky inhaling the breeze that floats past.

'No one is coming, it's safe for now, but this complicates things", he says gesturing towards my lower anatomy, before gently lifting my dress, and sliding my underwear down my dark mahogany colored legs.
He gently spreads them to take a look, I strongly resist the urge to snap them closed.
"Okay, I've only done this once before", he said grinning warily.

" Now when the the contractions hit I want you to push until I say to stop".

"Okay", I replied not knowing what to expect, I mean it's not like I've given birth before but from all those ladies who say it's not that bad, I'm starting to think they were lying because the pain hitting me right now was actually ridiculous . As another contraction hits. Jeremiah tells me to push, it goes on like this for a while though I couldn't tell how long because everything blurred together. When it was over and Jeremiah was cleaning my baby in a nearby stream. I welcomed the blissfull darkness of unconsciousness.